Cool

Children were playing "chasings." Suddenly, one five-year-old said, "I'm hot."
"Cool down," I said.
She sat on the couch next to me, clenched her fists and began staring fixedly.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Cooling down."
"Can I cool down, too?"
She jumped up, stood in front of me and studied my face.
"Yes. Do what I do and think cool."
Moments later, she touched my cheek, "You've cooled down."

For days, I puzzled over it.
"What did you see in my face?" I asked her.
"I'll draw you a picture."
Her sketch showed my aura and Third Eye.

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